Vocals: Halie Loren Guitar: Daniel Gallo Bass: Mark Schneider Drums: Brian West Trombone: Joe Freuen Trumpet: Rob Birdwell Cellos: Katherine Dudney
A yellow bird, she sings and dreams of things she's never seen. And the yellow bird, her wings have never touched the spring rain. Where does such a breezy melody come from if she's never seen the sky? She says she was born with the seed of joy and it blossoms from the inside In this seed I find all I need To write the music of my life My feathered friend, your cage must drive you to rage sometimes… To think that you have aged staring at nothing but beige walls She says "you know, our lives aren't so different as you would believe. All are in prisons of some kind, tethered by the stories that we weave." I hear her song rising sweet and strong and I'm lifted by the sound… Living proof of a simple truth: it's in the mind where freedom's found. All we are is made of stardust and sky We hold the whole world - The whole world inside.
A yellow bird, she sings and dreams of things I've never seen. And the yellow bird, her wings have touched everything.
[00:00.381]Vocals: Halie Loren [00:02.184]Guitar: Daniel Gallo [00:04.490]Bass: Mark Schneider [00:06.787]Drums: Brian West [00:08.935]Trombone: Joe Freuen [00:11.178]Trumpet: Rob Birdwell [00:13.493]Cellos: Katherine Dudney [00:15.165] [00:17.052]A yellow bird, she sings [00:21.767]and dreams of things she's never seen. [00:25.906]And the yellow bird, her wings [00:30.686]have never touched the spring rain. [00:34.334]Where does such a breezy melody [00:39.562]come from if she's never seen the sky? [00:43.822]She says she was born with the seed of joy [00:48.365]and it blossoms from the inside [00:53.287]In this seed I find all I need [00:57.779]To write the music of my life [01:19.900]My feathered friend, your cage [01:24.715]must drive you to rage sometimes… [01:29.140]To think that you have aged [01:33.098]staring at nothing but beige walls [01:37.512]She says "you know, our lives [01:42.315]aren't so different as you would believe. [01:46.626]All are in prisons of some kind, [01:51.732]tethered by the stories that we weave." [01:56.109]I hear her song rising sweet and strong [02:01.097]and I'm lifted by the sound… [02:05.305]Living proof of a simple truth: [02:09.570]it's in the mind where freedom's found. [02:18.434]All we are is made of stardust and sky [02:28.804]We hold the whole world - The whole world inside. [02:43.288] [03:09.801]A yellow bird, she sings [03:14.548]and dreams of things I've never seen. [03:18.831]And the yellow bird, her wings [03:24.277]have touched everything.
